There will be a day
Your worth Shall be fact
A truth, pure knowledge
Sans crutch of Trust
shining on its own.
Truth, fact, knowledge
Not for the wide world
Not for the distant others
But to me.
For now, pray thee my love
Be sated with my trust.
నీ యోగ్యత
ఙ్ఞానోదయమయేంతవరకు,
ప్రపంచానికి కాదు నాకు సుమా.
నమ్మకమే తపోదండం.
Know not the basis
so contrary the proof
Utterly rebels mind
Heart alone stays aloft
Away from senses' loud cry
Away from crude want
Away from lonely moans
Away from angry thunders
Heart alone stays soft
in your bliss and yourness alone.
"Yourness alone?"
What an utter crap
Yoking such contrasts.
ఈ తపనకు నీ యోగ్యత నాకర్థమయ్యే రోజు వస్తుంది. వచ్చి తీరుతుంది.
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